Yield

Submission

O Lord, my best desire fulfill, And help me to resign Life, health, and comfort to Thy will, And make Thy pleasure mine.

Why should I shrink at Thy command, Whose love forbids my fears? Or tremble at the gracious hand That wipes away my tears?

No, rather let me freely yield What most I prize to Thee; Who never hast a good withheld, Or wilt withhold, from me.

Thy favour, all my journey through, Thou art engaged to grant; What else I want, or think I do, ‘Tis better still to want.

Wisdom and mercy guide my way, Shall I resist them both? A poor blind creature of a day, And crush’d before the moth!

But ah! my inward spirit cries, Still bind me to Thy sway; Else the next cloud that veils the skies Drives all these thoughts away.

Olney Hymns, William Cowper, from Cowper’s Poems, Sheldon & Company, New York

Too Proud to Yield First

In the summer of 1986, two ships collided in the Black Sea off the coast of Russia. Hundreds of passengers died as they were hurled into the icy waters below. News of the disaster was further darkened when an investigation revealed the cause of the accident. It wasn’t a technology problem like radar malfunction—or even thick fog. The cause was human stubbornness. Each captain was aware of the other ship’s presence nearby. Both could have steered clear, but according to news reports, neither captain wanted to give way to the other. Each was too proud to yield first. By the time they came to their senses, it was too late.

Closer Walk, December, 1991